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| | | Artist | | | Album | | | Song | My Mistakes Were Made for You |
| About as subtle as an earthquakeI know
My mistakes were made for you
And in the back room of a bad dreamshe came
And whisked me awayenthused
And it's solid as a rock rolling down a hill
The fact is that it probably will hit something
On the hazardous terrain
And were just following the flockround
And the inbetweenbefore we smash to smithereens
Like they wereand we scrambled from the grain
And its the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldnt helpbut spit em out
Innocence and arrogance intwined
In the filthiest of minds
She's was bitten on her birthdayand now
A face in the crowdshes not
And i suspect that nowforever the shape
She came to escapeits forgot
And it's alot to ask and not to sting1
Give her less than everything
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
Cos were just following the flock round
And the in-between
Before we smash to smithereens
Like they wereand we scramble from the grain
And it's the fame that put words in her mouth
She couldnt helpbut spit em out
Around your crooked conscious she will wind
And it's alot to ask and not to sting
Giver her less than everything
Innocence and arrogance intwined
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